Chapter 4 #antilovedrug #maryamvalis #psychological The quiet of my apartment surrounded me, a stark contrast to the lively energy of Max's dance studio. Alone, I replayed the moments that stayed with me like an unfinished song—his encouraging words, his warm smile, the way his gaze seemed to see not just the doctor I had become but the woman I had buried beneath years of duty. My heart raced, each beat a rhythm unfamiliar to any dance tune, stirring feelings I wasn't ready t

Chapter 3 #antilovedrug #maryamvalis #romance #ballet Taking a steadying breath, I put on a simple black leotard, pairing it with loose pants and sneakers. I twisted my hair into a bun, with a few stray wisps framing my face. One last glance in the mirror, a shaky inhale, and I braced myself. I wasn't fully ready, but I was as prepared as I could be. It was time to face Max, the studio, and the fears I had carried for too long. The dance studio was quiet as I arrived, its vas

Chapter 2 #antilovedrug #maryamvalis In the sterile, high-stakes world of New York's premier hospital, I was Dr. Margaret Voss, Chief of the Emergency Department. At thirty-six, my compact, rounded frame was often cloaked in a white coat, my hands skillfully handling scalpels and syringes, moving with precision rather than rhythm. The lines etched on my face told the story of countless nights spent navigating hospital corridors and standing vigil by patients' bedsides. In the

Chapter 1 #antilovedrug #maryamvalis #romance As the evening settled in, I headed home tired from work. The heaviness of the day weighed on me, and I could see the faint shimmer of fatigue in my eyes. I moved through the busy crowd at a steady but slower pace than those around me. Even in my exhaustion, I couldn't help but admire the city's charm. The streetlights glowed, leaves rustled, and warm laughter spilled out from cozy eateries. During my walk, I unexpectedly came acr

#author #maryamvalis #antilovedrug #ballet #psychologybook #romancebook #soulsindance "Yes, I agree," I replied. After a brief pause, I added, "to my new role. What will it be?" "I was thinking you’d be a queen," came the response. "Now you’re being ironic," I remarked. "Not at all," he said with unwavering sincerity.